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Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

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“Dylan, oh, it’s midnight, why aren’t you back yet to keep me company? I’m really scared. Don’t you

want me anymore?” Dylan rubbed his temples with a sigh, “I’m with Dad, keeping watch. I’ll come back

later.” Judith’s voice turned tentative, “Dylan, did Beck say anything to you?” Like Maja’s true identity.

Beck and Ian had rushed to rescue Maja—did they already know who she really was? Otherwise, why

would Beck react so fiercely? If Dylan also knew, would he instantly turn his back on her? “He didn’t

say anything, Judith. Don’t overthink it.” “Dylan, will you always be on my side?” Dylan frowned, unsure

how to respond. “Judith, between you and Maja, I’ll definitely be on your side. I know you’re still upset

tonight. Don’t worry, I’ll find another chance to make things right.” But Judith’s heart was filled with

trepidation, “Okay, I trust you, Dylan.” After hanging up, she didn’t hesitate to call that man. “Did Beck

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and his crew find out about Maja’s identity?” She had invested so much, finally getting to this stage. If

Maja’s identity came to light now, and Dylan sided with her, what was all her effort for? Little did she

know, in the eyes of that man, she was already a discarded pawn. He had always been sparing with

words when it came to discarded pawns. “No clue.” With those words, he hung up. The mask lay on the

table beside him, his fingers tapping lightly on the marble surface, his brows furrowed in dissatisfaction.

Fitch was recovering too quickly, but the Greenfield turf was his stronghold after all. It made sense he

could uncover this, but it was still a nuisance. Rubbing his temples, he heard Phil’s voice. “After our

identity was suspected, the situation in Greenfield was bound to spiral out of control. The Haskins

family is strong. There’s no need to worry too much.” “I know, but he’s just too lucky. If it weren’t for

Abner Olson picking him up, there’d be no Fitch in this world.” Phil sat down across from him, resting

his chin in one hand. “I’ve always wanted to know, what’s your plan? If you wanted BK, it’s

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been in our hands for a while. All this effort, causing so much trouble, only to let those two have a

child.” He caressed the mask with his fingertips, pausing before saying, “The Holy Daughter should

never have taken me in. I just want her to learn that good people don’t always get rewarded.” Phil

raised an eyebrow, a smile creeping onto his face. “I don’t believe that’s your true intent. Even if you

told me you just wanted to make the Holy Daughter’s daughter miserable, I’d believe it. We have

grander plans. Let’s not toy with them too long; others might get impatient.” “Right.” The two fell silent,

a glint of power-lust flickering in his eyes. He needed to reach higher, much higher. BK was nothing.

The research facility was his ultimate goal. A smirk flitted across his lips, then his expression settled

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back into impassivity. At the Sanders residence. After ending the call, Dylan slowly stood up, about to

bid farewell to Augus when he noticed his father’s eyes fluttering open. Augus stared blankly at the

ceiling. Dylan felt a sting in his heart and immediately grabbed his father’s hand. “Dad? Is there

something you want to say?” Tears streamed down Augus’s face, sinking into the pillow. Dylan had

never seen his stern father reveal such vulnerability. Augus’s heartache revolved around Jolin. He had

to get to the bottom of it. “Don’t worry, Dad. I’ll head back to Greenfield soon to investigate.” But

Augus’s eyes only opened for a few seconds before closing again. Had Dylan not seen it himself, he

might have thought it was an illusion. His gaze drifted downward, and he gently uncovered the blanket

beside him. Beneath it was Augus’s hand, clutching a small photograph, no larger than the palm of a

hand. Dylan took hold of his father’s hand, trying to extract the photo, but Augus’s grip was firm. It was

as if, in a fleeting moment of clarity, he had seized what mattered most and refused to let go. Only

when the grip relaxed did Dylan manage to retrieve the photograph. In it was a young Augus, standing

alongside a beautiful woman.